Lazol strolled up and down the corridors of Deck 4, his outfit seeming to be in stark contrast to those around him. He did modify the color pallet of his own Ferengi uniform to match the yellows and grey’s of the Starfleet uniforms but he maintained his distinct Ferengi trappings such as his headband and badge signaling that he was a DaiMon, in the Ferengi Alliance and as such, above everyone else onboard this ship, even her captain. While a ship’s captain might be in control of a crew, a DaiMon was able to enter alliances and negotiations on behalf of the entire Alliance, as such Lazol was indeed the superior above all onboard. He ran his fingers on the wall as he walked before heading back to his quarters, still on Deck 4 but the most lavish of the science crew. He knew just how to make sure he was comfortable and he relaxed on a lounge chair enjoying a pinch of beetle snuff before grabbing a stack of PADD’s, all of which contained the files on each senior staff member onboard. He needed to meet with the CNS next and grabbed her file, and read:

“Lets see what it has to say about Lt Casela Synthi-er.” He started as he took a crooked finger and began to skim, “Hmm, a hot head with total disrespect to ALL rank and authority. An admiral once pissed her off and she dropped him off on a paradise abandoned planet while she went and finished her mission then came back and got him. She’s been disgraced and been put on Levi to keep her out of the way, but will do anything to get back into their good graces hmm? ” Lazol put the PADD down and tapped his fingers on the table as he thought “Perhaps it’s time I give the good counselor a visit and perhaps we’ll see just what the price a disgraced counselor can be bought for?”

Lazol said loudly, “Computer send a message to the good Lieutenant Synthi-er. I am on my way.”

Lazol, CSO